St Trina's Torch Novels & Stories

Everyone was moving. "Hey yall lets roll out so we can avoid the crowd going towards the parking lots," Jonathan yelled out. As they headed toward the sprinter van, Jonathan clapped his hands together. “What are we doing, boys? Are we still hitting the club?” Knox shook his head. “Nah. I’m going to the crib, with my homegirl right here.” He turned to her. “Wait... what’s your name again?” “Trina.” “Thrina and are heading to my place.”

Never. “Give us the tribrid,” Florencia, with her sweet-like cherry voice, said. It made the prince feel furious. He wants to kill that woman who dared to speak those words in front of him! No one can take his mate away from him and he will turn the world upside down once it happens until he finds Sidrich.

"Come," he said. I moved toward him, my legs feeling shaky as I walked. When I reached him, he handed me a lit torch, the flames dancing in the breeze. "Place it," he said softly. I looked down at the torch in my hand, then at the bodies on the wood. This was it. The final goodbye. I stepped forward and lowered the torch to the wood, watching as the flames caught and spread. Tristan placed his torch on the other side, and together we stepped back, watching as the fire grew.

Afterwards it helped Paul get up and helped him get out of the Resort. Sunlight greeted Paul, Ynaria and Clement as the three of them looked back at the Santa Demon Resort. At that moment Ynaria's eyes narrowed when she saw Trist's soul at the gate of the Resort. So Ynaria swallowed while staring at Trist, a few moments later, three more of her friends appeared who she thought were also dead.

🌵🌵🌵🌵🌵🌵🌵 ɨʄ ʏօʊʀ քatɦ ɖɛʍaռɖs ʏօʊ tօ աaʟҡ tɦʀօʊɢɦ ɦɛʟʟ, աaʟҡ as tɦօʊɢɦ ʏօʊ օառ tɦɛ քʟaċɛ 🌵🌵🌵🌵🌵🌵🌵 DAVID-----(MONDAY) "Trey!!! Why the hell did you fuck Sharon?" Trina shouted on top of her voice and walked into where we usually hang out That was sincerely the first time I heard her scream! She's a very calm and quiet girl, so that means it really hurt her

“He’s impossible right now, isn’t he?” “He’s… himself,” Trina said diplomatically. “That’s a yes,” Mya teased, then squeezed Trina’s hand before heading out. “I’m two doors away if you need to scream. Or throw your phone at a plant. Choose the fern.” When the door closed, the quiet came back heavier. Trina’s phone buzzed with sympathy texts, cancellations, and one all-caps CALL ME from her mother. She set it to Do Not Disturb and picked up her camera instead. The familiar weight of it grounded her.

Jerry's eyebrows rose and he looked at Tristan confusedly, “Shasa? What relationship do I have with Shasa? " Tristan was also stuttering how he could make a mistake in this matter. Remember the Tristan discussed today is a European woman named Grizzly. And how could he mention Shaquelle. Tristan shook his head and he looked back at the snippet of the photo carefully. Until soon Tristan heard a growl from the side.

“Let her breathe.” Rina huffs. “I’m just excited.” Beth looks at me, her gaze soft. “You look beautiful, Maya.” I glance down at myself. “Thanks, Beth.” Rina grabs my hand. “We’re saving seats. Front row. So we can see everything!” She drags Beth toward the benches. “Good luck, Big Sister Maya!” They vanish into the crowd. I turn back to the clearing. Caden walks toward the line. The torches are lit. The Elders take their places.

"We’ll see about that, Marissa. Malibu has a way of making people forget their scripts." As we walked toward the elevators, I could feel Tristan watching us through the glass. The retreat hadn't even started, and the air was already burning. He thought he could use Tina to make me look back. He didn't realize that every time he touched her, he was just giving me another reason to burn his house down.